Third Young Master Ye inched closer, his cold eyes seemingly dangerous. His tall and slender body locked Cheng Anya in the small space tightly.
The smell of perfume was faint and it faded along the way. Therefore, Cheng Anya had butterflies in her stomach as she could smell the clean scent of Third Young Master Ye.
"What did you say?" His deep voice sounded very cold.
Cheng Anya huddled desperately until she could no longer shrink back. Ye Chen's delicate features were right in front of her and his cold eyes reflected Cheng Anya who was small and scared.
Although Cheng Anya was usually very calm, she flustered. Her heartbeat quickly and she stared at him, dumbfounded.
"I was just casually asking."
Her whole body was stiff as a firm breath surged over. Her face went red and she turned her head uneasily.
She did not like a living thing that was so threatening.
Once he came closer to her.
